simplicity-all i ever want.

9:00 PM

Okay people:

This is a Mona Lisa from Ronald DaVinci.

Its creative, and I thought you people might want to read something other than my pieces, so...

Here I bring you:

Emotions

Harry looks at Draco. Draco is reading a book. He is reading it, not distracted by Harry looking at him. Harry sees so many things in Draco. Harry sees the determination, the honesty, everything Harry has ever wanted. Harry’s eyes fall upon Draco’s pale face. Harry remembers the very first time he saw this face; six years ago in Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop. Harry remembers their brief conversation. Draco mentioned Qudditch, and Harry remembered himself himself feeling fascinated by the game, even though he had never played it himself.

Harry sees the other boy’s eyes- grey, cold and sharp. Those eyes are unforgiving, yet beyond that is a world Harry never knew about. Not until one night, a week ago. Harry had unlocked that hidden part of Draco, and now, here they were together at the library. At this moment, Harry’s sees Draco’s ever-present determination and concentration. He also sees a flicker of fascination in those eyes as a smile grows on his face.

Draco is one of a kind. Harry has been looking everywhere for that someone, who would truly understand him and accept him for who he really is, and not just what he is said to be. Harry exhales slowly as his stomach gives a flutter as he remembers that day.

Harry is flying. Quidditch plays such an important role in his life. Harry loves everything about it. The speed, excitement, anticipation, the wind in his hair, his friends cheering him on. It all made him feel good. Harry could escape from all his problems in his life. After flying that specific day, Draco paid him a visit at the Gryffindor locker room. Draco corners him…

Harry snaps back into reality. The sun is setting outside. It streams through the window and gives Draco’s face a pink tinge. Harry’s breath hitches slightly as he thinks about the previous night.

Harry and Draco are out on prefectorial duties. On their way back to their dorms; Draco slowly entwines his hand into Harry’s. Harry looks at Draco. He sees an emotion that makes his mouth dry. They reach the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room. Harry puts an arm around Draco’s slim waist, and pulls him towards himself. Draco instinctively puts an arm around Harry’s neck and leans forward on his shoulder as his knees feel weak.

A book falls down. Harry shakes his head and looks down to realise that has dropped the book. He bends over and picks it up and flips to a random page to look like he’s reading. Harry waits for Draco to say something, and is disappointed when all he can hear is the rhythmic sound of Draco breathing. Harry wonders why he and Draco used to do anything to irritate each other all these years. Both of them have grown up and become different people. Harry knows Draco likes to learn things. Harry likes to learn too, but just not in the library. He fidgets in his chair. His behind has become rather numb.

After a minute, Harry changes seats to the one beside Draco. Draco’s face does not move though Harry knows that his eyes subconsciously trace every movement of Harry’s. Harry looks at his watch. The both of them have been in the library for four hours.

Draco runs his foot up Harry’s calf. It is like having an electric shock, but somehow much more pleasant. Harry tries to concentrate on the book, like Draco. Draco was still reading, and was now on his fifth book. Harry feels like throwing down the book and pulling Draco out of his chair and take him somewhere else. Draco continues to rub his foot up and down Harry’s calf. He doesn’t show it, but he loves making Harry feel this way.

Harry wonders what to do. His brain says too many things. He breathes deeply, trying to think straight. His eyes venture over his book to look at Draco.

Draco looks up at Harry and smiles.

SO DEEP